I was home doing paperwork yesterday afternoon when Lisa called. She had taken Robert and Ally to the doctor for their annual check ups. Poor Ally got 4 shots. She was still crying. Lisa said, “I’m on my way over!”
Ally was red eyed when she arrived. Lisa said she did not cry when the shots were given. She started when she got in the car.
My poor baby!
I soothed things over by giving her and Robert ice cream. Ice cream fixes everything!
Last night I chatted with Marty and Sean at the Chart Room. I don’t recall what we talked about, but I do remember I thought it was an intelligent conversation at the time. This getting old is a pain!
Marty and I had dinner at Marquesa. I do not like Marquesa. Marty does. So I occasionally go to appease him.
Last night Marty bought dinner. I am glad he did. It was not worth the money. We both had veal. Tough! We both complained.
I had a couple of olives in my gin. I ate the first without looking. The second I took a peek at. Fortunately! It had blue spots! Spoiled!
It will be a long time before I eat at Marquesa again! Regardless of who pays!
Have a good day!